Killian Jones | Captain Hook (onehandedpirate) wrote in thedoorway, @ 2013-03-04 14:44:00 |
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Aurora wasn’t one to watch television, but that didn’t stop her from imagining all the horrible scenarios that could be going on in her world. It might be a fairly concept, but if she didn’t keep busy she was bound to think about it. Normally she was able to spend the hour clashing swords and thinly veiled insults with Killian, but she knew she wasn’t up for it today. The sword part at least. She hated how effortless people made it look, as if it was made of air. The truth was they were heavy and awkward things. Killian had been decent enough to try to accommodate her, but it would never feel natural in her hands. At the end of the day she wasn’t practicing with any real thought she’d use the skill one day. It was a way to blow of steam, a rather effective way at that. So why did she cancel? She was tired. She was restless. She wanted something sweet. Aurora didn’t think he’d be too torn up about it. “Oh, you were serious about coming.” She wasn’t sure why that caught her off guard, but surely a pirate had better things to do than search for sweets. Or maybe not. “I suppose I can be seen with you in public.” “Good to know, princess.” Killian had slid up behind her almost silently, and his one hand ghosted over her back before dropping away to his side. The hook - and the arm attached - were tucked into his jacket to not scare the children running amok. As much as he enjoyed their little sparring sessions - the physical and verbal ones equally - he’d nearly jumped at the opportunity to do a little sight-seeing with her. And it was all the more helpful that his current state of dress was exceptionally plain, thanks to Amber. Luckily, Killian was ever vigilant, considering Aurora’s ability to cut him to the quick and brush him off like any well-raised princess could. If not for the fact that he had already started to worm his way in (or so he was convinced), he would have considered her a ice queen, but there were moments when she still managed to knock him on his arse, both literally and figuratively. Occasionally, he liked that in a woman. “As if I could miss out on...” His hook emerged from his pocket and reached out to snag a large package of candy necklaces, “these lovely jewels.” He set the back where they came from and tucked his arm away before someone spotted them. “They look like they would be the sort of candies to gently nibble off of a woman’s body. I think we might be in the wrong store, milady.” “What’s wrong, Mr. Jones, not enough leather for your liking? Probably for the best. I doubt they’re meant for someone with as much chest hair as you.” Aurora was more than aware that he was trying to get a rise out of her. He always seemed to be trying to, or maybe that was just how he was. A slightly unnerving thought. She tried not to let it get to her, but every now and then a blush would betray her. Luckily she wasn’t there yet. “The same could be possible of any sweet. I hope you’re not suggesting I give them up altogether. Everything in moderation, Mr. Jones.” Aurora was quick to move to another aisle, proud of herself for the retort and not wanting to ruin it with her insistent sense of propriety. She wasn’t quite willing to call their acquaintanceship a friendship, but there was a growing sense of familiarity. It was easy enough to remember not to trust him, what with the constant reminders from others and her own logic. Still, there was something nice about being around someone who didn’t treat her differently from anyone else. He might be happy to stab her in the back one day, but she had a feeling he would do that to most people. Consistency. “Oh look, this one is in the shape of a ship.” It was comments just like that from her mouth that managed to knock the wind out of his sails in no time flat. Everyone who came across her just saw a prim princess or a highborn lady that was always proper, and then she let little comments slip that made Killian wonder just how prim she truly was. Which, if his assumption was correct, was not nearly as prim as he hoped. “Careful, lass, you’ll turn a man’s head with words like that.” But his head did turn with the the observation of ship-shaped candies. He was ever so predictable with his love of ships, and even the edible sort caught his attention. “Hmmm,” His good hand reached out to touch the packaging lightly, a flicker of sadness and longing crossing his face before he shut it down and put the candy back where it belonged. “A pale comparison, but still a nice attempt.” “Not a man, only a scoundrel. Who else could make candy anything other than completely innocent?” Killian was a presence unlike any she had ever met and she had met quite a few. There was a certain curiosity about him that she couldn’t shake. So much of him seemed like a show and she was curious to know what about it was real. This was one of those moments she thought she might be finding out. “A tastier attempt at any rate.” Aurora moved on, passing the decadent treats with a small sense of wonder. This world knew no ends when it came to variety. There were colors here that no natural food could possibly produce. “This one jiggles. I don’t trust food that jiggles.” “I never said I wasn’t a scoundrel as well as a man,” Killian’s eyebrow quirked up at her over one of the racks of candy and he kept his leer to just a wolfish grin. “Though I think I’m not alone in being a scoundrel at times.” His eyes flicked downward, roaming over her body without even a shred of decency in trying to hide the look. “Right you are. Many a mornings I woke up on the deck of my ship, face down and tongue out. Anything has to taste better than that salty beast.” His hook came back out of the jacket and poked at the jiggling candy in front of her, looking as out of place and unsure as she did about the ghastly looking item. “Pass.” “More one than the other.” Aurora narrowed her eyes as he insisted on being a cad, resting on hand on her hip. She never should have worn pants. “Are you quite finished? We’re here to look at the sweets.” She had never known a person to throw subtlety to the wind like him. As annoying as it was, she had learned to expect it from him. She’d throw something at him, but her aim was far from perfect and it would be a shame to waste a perfectly good chocolate. Besides, he’d probably like it. “And yet you never managed to wash away. I can’t decide if it’s luck or talent, or perhaps the right amount of both.” Walking through the store with its unnatural light it was easy to pretend they belonged here. They certainly looked the part. It took her months, but she was finally getting the knack of this world. She wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or not. Aurora’s eyes lit up when she got to a row of caramels. They might be messy but it was worth it. “Nothing to your liking?” He slid up behind her smoothly, keeping a respectable distance but still leaning in close enough to puncture her personal space. It was, very likely, a good thing that Swan or Mulan were neither present or even aware of his spending time with Aurora, because he had a tendency to be more inappropriate than not. But the difference between him and the women that tended to coddle her, he was well aware she could take care of herself, even when it came to a scoundrel like himself. “Never manage to wash? Sniff me if you dare, I’ll have you know that I bathe daily.” He leaned in a little more, his head poking over her neck from behind, merely glancing at the caramels in front of her. “I see many things I like on a daily basis, lass. But only one thing in this shop at present moment.” Aurora wasn’t used to having people so close, especially pirates. She made an effort not to tense up at his proximity, careful to keep her attention on the items in front of her so as not to encourage him. There was a power that came from seeming to be relaxed and she intended on keeping it. The last thing she needed was to have him think he had an effect on her. “To wash away, not wash. Although, now that you mention it, your eyeliner is a bit smudged.” Aurora’s eyes darted over to his face as he leaned in over her shoulder. She’d like to believe that life on a cramped ship made him lose all sense of personal space, but she had a feeling he was doing it on purpose. “Only one? Must be something truly desirous to catch a pirate’s eye.” Aurora’s hand reached out to the end cap, her back pressing against his chest momentarily until she picked up her intended target. Just like that she was turning around, thrusting the candy against his chest with an innocent smile. “Ring pop, right? I know how you feel about shiny jewels. Now if you’ll excuse me, Mr. Jones, you seem to blocking the aisle.” Killian stepped away with a full bodied laugh emerging from his mouth. “Well done, lass.” He took the candy ring with his good hand and held it against his chest while staring at her with a look that would only be construed by the general public surrounding them as adoring. It was a look he gave many women, and one he’d more than perfected over the years, but he knew it’d have no effect on the fierce woman in front of him. “Did you come here with any particular cravings, princess?” He knew the nickname irked her, the same that it did when Jefferson called Swan “Sheriff” or when he referred to Regina as “her majesty”. But somehow he was unable to resist teasing her a little. “I mostly wanted to get out of the Tower, truth be told. If I stumbled upon something chocolate all the better.” Aurora picked up a bar of dark chocolate with sea salt. It wasn’t anything crazy or outlandish, but neither was she. There was nothing wrong with sticking to something traditional. “I do believe I’ve made my choice, Pirate. Sticking with the ring pop, or are you still looking?” “Mm,” Killian agreed with a nod and held the ring pop up for mock inspection. He’d have to put away for some ridiculous moment that was sure to come in the future, because he certainly had no intentions of eating the sugary substance. “I think I’ve made my choice, lass. Though I’m disappointed in the lack of creativity in yours.” One thing for Killian’s manner of speech was that he always seemed to be saying one line that had a million different meanings. And true to normal form, he didn’t elaborate as he turned a heel and escorted her to the front of the shop. “I’m sure I’ll carry the weight of your disappointment with me always. A terrible burden, but one I will shoulder,” she said dryly, walking with the posture of someone who spent a lifetime perfecting it. She paid for her chocolate, waiting until they were out of the door before delicately tearing away at the foil packaging. “Here, it might not be as outrageous as you might have hoped for, but maybe you can appreciate how nice it can be to have something simple and straightforward.” Or perhaps not. “And you’ll do it beautifully, no doubt.” Killian winked and leaned forward to take the piece of chocolate with his teeth, having one hand already occupied with the candy he had just purchased. He’d grabbed a few chocolate bars at the counter and made his purchase, holding back a devious grin when the cashier looked more than a little alarmed when the hook came out while Killian fished around for the appropriate cash. While the chocolate melted in his mouth, he did his best to look suitably unimpressed. “My mind might change on walk back home, lass. We’ll have to see.” Aurora rolled her eyes at his antics, half hoping he’d trip but realizing he’d probably take her down with him. “Hand, Mr. Jones. Use your hand. Or hook if you must, I hear it can be useful for stabbing things.” She had only rolled her eyes twice this outing, just now and at the startled look of the cashier. She must be getting used to him. Frightening thought. “Heading back already? Afraid you’ll turn into a pumpkin if you stay out too late?” She liked being out of the Tower. Generally everyone had been nice to her, but it could be a bit suffocating at times. It was a bit like life at court that way. Everyone had an annoying habit of knowing everything about one another, or just enough to be annoying. He only smiled at her eye rolling, and was unspokenly pleased that she didn’t look affronted at his forward behavior. She had a sharp mind on her, this one. “Was that an invitation for me to join you? I’d be delighted, lass.” Killian stuck his arm out dramatically, offering the elbow to her like any gentleman (and not pirate) would. Staying out was more than acceptable with him, if it involved more of her time and less of a chance he’d walk in on Victor watching their dreadful show. “No touching, but yes,” she said simply, biting into a piece of chocolate as she continued to walk on. |